Author's note: I don't know what this is. I honestly couldn't tell you. I can tell you there won't be any more of it just now. It was spontaneous, and so doesn't really serve much purpose. But I enjoyed writing it, so maybe someone will get some inspiration from it to write something else.
It's unbetaed, unchecked, and I really hope it makes sense to someone. To anyone.
I would love for someone to write a fic based on this short. Really. That would be awesome.
"Are you Shiori Minamino?'
"Yes…"
"Shiori-san, you must come with me. Your son is in danger and we think you're the only one who can save him!"
"Excuse me?" Shiori already had a bag in her hand and was reaching for her coat.
"Your son, Shuichi. Demons from the other world have taken him and are trying to kill him. We think you might be able to save him." Shiori would have laughed were it not for the steadfast seriousness of on the face of the young man on her doorstep.
"Who are you to my son?" she demanded, feeling the flash panic fade away and the slow surge of fear replacing it.
"I am Urameshi Yusuke. I work with your son as a Reiki Tantei - a spirit detective."
"My son is seventeen, and you look barely that. Am I to believe that you are our world's defenders? Is this all some kind of game? If so, I do not approve."
"It's not a game. Your son… your son has tremendous spiritual energy. Did you never wonder how you suddenly recovered from your illness? Your son nearly gave his life to save yours."
"My son loves me, but my recovery was nothing more than good chance and the prayers of my family."
"You're fooling yourself. Such sudden healing? With no side effects?" Her visitor sighed with exasperation. "We don't have time for this. You have to come with me. He's going to die if you don't come."
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"Yusuke." The dark-haired teen looked up tiredly at the call of his name.
"Yes, Kurama?" He asked, forcing himself to look at the kitsune's battered and pale form. His breathing was ragged, his tunic stained with his own blood.
"Hiei?" The question brought on a bought of coughing that made Yusuke wince.
"He's not back yet. He's still looking for Tsugiri." He replied, with a disapproving frown. Kurama didn't need vengeance right now, he needed his friends. Leave vengeance for… for later. For afterwards.
"My mother? Is she coming?" Kurama's voice nearly broke with the effort of speaking. Yusuke looked out of the nearest window, searching for a figure in the dark.
"Yes, Kurama. Kuwabara went to get her. She will be here soon." He prayed he wasn't lying.
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Kuwabara stood in front of the Minamino residence, his heart in his mouth. Hiei was knelt by the door, a woman's form in his arms.
"He couldn't go in," the fire demon muttered to himself. "He had to make her step out."
"Hiei." He looked up, and Kuwabara forced himself not to flinch at the violence written all over his face.
"Kurama's mother is dead."
